The World Is Grown So Bad, That

Oh, I Have Passed A Miserable Night, So Full Of Ugly Sights, Of Ghastly Dreams!

Avaunt, You Cullions!

Never; He Will Not: Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety: Other Women Cloy The Appetites They Feed: But She Makes Hungry Where Most She Satisfies.

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.